His Savior

Cory's Dead

~Laslo~

               I have successfully ripped apart my entire office and have made spectacular work out of tearing up my bedroom. I'm not used to being told 'no.' I'm used to getting everything that I want when I want it. I'm not sure why Zahara thinks that she can choose not to be with me, but her audacity is pissing me off.

               "Do you plan on tearing up any other rooms, or are you good after this one?" I turn towards the voice to see my mother standing in my room with her arms crossed over her chest. I didn't hear her come in, nor did I smell her. I guess my anger had blocked out my basic skills. I slide down the wall my back was leaning on and sit on the floor. I draw my knees up and place my head on them. "Do you want to tell me why you have been on a tear for about a week now? You also never told me where the hell Cory went."

               "She keeps refusing me."

               "Who?" I sigh and shake my head.

               "I want Zahara." I look up and make eye contact with my mom. "I have wanted her since I met her in high school. She keeps telling me that I'm not her mate so she isn't interested, nevermind the benefits that would come from us mating. I think she would be a good Luna." My mom smiles which confuses me.

               "I know that you aren't going to let her make the decision here. You know I will gladly help you get what you want. You wanted to be Alpha and I made sure I got that for you. It won't be hard to get her to be your chosen." She is right. As a child, I told my mom that I wanted to be Alpha one day, and here I am; Alpha of the Wild Tail Pack. Mom has always ensured that I got what I wanted, and she would be the ideal person to help me in this situation. I give my mom a small smile at that. "Now do you plan on letting me know where Cory is?"

               "Cory is dead. I killed him after the first meeting we had with the Ash Band pack. I......I......" I don't know how to tell my mom why I killed Cory. I'm not sure what she would say. Mom is looking at me as if waiting for me to continue, but I don't really know what to say. I have always used Cory as a stress reliever, and mom knows this; she has even encouraged it. It is easier to take my anger out on Cory than any other unsuspecting pack member. We have spread the word about Cory being wolfless and how we feel about it. No one even bats an eye when they see him battered and bruised. It is known that he should feel blessed by even being allowed to remain in this pack. Wolfless members can't contribute to the pack in any way and would do better being banished. We kept him only because he is the son of the former Alpha, my stepfather. If it weren't for that, he would have been banished as soon as we realized that he had no wolf.

               Cory has been my punching bag, but the plan was never to kill him. After I left his corpse in the neutral area, I told the pack that he left; he got fed up, packed his stuff, and ran away. No one questioned me, but mom always felt like there was something that I wasn't telling her. We agreed, long ago, to keep him alive so that if anyone asks about him, he would be there. His father, former Alpha Derek Williams, was extremely popular in the pack, and he was friends with many other Alphas. There have been times when visiting Alphas have asked to see Cory or have asked about him, and with him on-site, they have been able to have that piece of Derek still. "I....killed him."

               "Laslo!" I hold my hands up to stop her so I can explain.

               "Nikki heard him at Derek's grave site telling him that he found his mate. He said he would reject her, but I'd imagine that wouldn't go over very well."

               "A mate?! Why would that prompt you to kill him?" I can tell that mom's mind is spinning, and she is trying to come up with the explanations that would be needed to keep others in the dark about his death.

               "Mom, he said his mate was Zahara! How would I ever get her to agree to be my chosen if he was in the way? I saw how they were in high school. They were always together, always talking. I hated it, and I warned him to stay away from her. She always sought him out no matter what. I had to remove him from the equation to have half a chance." Mom nods at me, and her face goes from frustrated to loving.

               "Understood......you did what you had to do." She walks over to me and kneels next to me. Mom pushes a few strands of hair out of my face. "The pack isn't questioning that Cory ran away so that's good. We will handle the outside people when we need to, don't worry." Mom kisses me on my forehead before standing back up. "You need to get yourself together so we can get working on getting Zahara here. Let me know when you're ready." I nod and watch my mom walk out of my room. I have the best mom that would do anything for me. I know that with her help, I will get the Luna that I have been waiting for.

               I get up and walk out of my room, mind-linking people to come to clean it. I head down the stairs and into the kitchen. I worked up quite an appetite tearing through the rooms that I have. As soon as I step into the kitchen, a strong scent almost brings me to my knees. It smells like lilacs and fresh linens. Nero starts to stir in my mind.

MATE!

               My mouth is starting to water, and I frantically look around the kitchen, trying to locate the cause of the scent. "Looking for me baby?" I turn and see Nikki coming from the dining room. I know that this scent doesn't belong to her, but I can smell it on her.

               "Who were you just with?" Nikki looks at me, confused for a minute. I growl a bit, trying to keep my anger at bay because she isn't answering fast enough.

               "Uh, I just had lunch with Marcela and Nona." Marcela and Nona. I know Marcela, we all went to school together, so there is no way that Marcela is the source of the scent. Nona is the one I don't really know.

               "Who is Nona?" Nikki looks me up and down with a questioning gaze.

               "She is Marcela's little sister. She just turned 18 and Marcela allowed her to eat with us." Nikki takes a step towards me. "What's wrong?" I didn't want to answer her, and I don't plan to do so. I can't be sure now, but I think Nona is my mate. I don't want her, though. She can give me nothing; she is just an Omega. I need someone strong by my side, someone who will benefit me and give me strong heirs. I want Zahara as my chosen, but it will be hard to get past this Nona. I turn from Nikki to head back into the packhouse to look for my mom. She will know what I should do, and I need to figure that out before I run into Nona.